Up. Higher and higher into the blue sky.
I was almost home.
But should I go home? Should I just abandon my earring -- my power of flight? Maybe that would be for the best. I'm not wanted back home anyway.
But I couldn't. Something was pulling me -- some invisible string wrapped around my heart, calling me home.
The familiar bright, blinding light for an instant, then the peaceful-looking world that opened up before me.
I was at the same place. Back at the place where Father pushed me.
I stood there for a long while, listening to the silence. As if I were the only person in a dead world. Completely alone. Again.
I finally folded my black wings behind me and began to walk back in the direction to what was my house. The direction that called me.
It seemed I came at a bad time.
Our parents were in an argument with Gabriel, of all people. I stopped outside and listened silently.
"...don't understand anything!" Gabriel shouted.
Father yelled back: "He was a nothing! All he could do was be the opposite of you: a failure!"
"He failed because you made him believe that he couldn't succeed," Gabriel growled angrily. "I can't believe you're telling me this now!"
"Gabriel," Mother sighed in disappointment, "you're acting like your brother."
"So what?" Gabriel yelled. "I couldn't care less they way I'm acting -- after three months you're telling me that Psyren killed himself!"
"I tried to stop him," Father said quietly.
My heart skipped a beat. That liar.
I could hear Gabriel crying. Then, after a moment, "Why didn't you tell me?"
A chair scraping, Mother and Father's protests.
Gabriel stopped in his tracks at the sight of me, eyes wide and cheeks wet. "...Psy--Psyren...?" he breathed.
I looked down, struggling to hold back tears.
Father's terrified grunt. An idea.
I clasped my hands in front of my chest, above my heart. "Father...I'm back. Aren't you happy?" I asked softly with a smile. I raised my head slightly and stared at his horrified face with knowing eyes.
He tried to say something, but was incomprehensible with fear. He swallowed hard and tried again, shaking uncontrollably. "I--I k--killed you...Impossible!"
"What?" Gabriel frowned, glancing at Father. Suddenly, he seemed to realize what had happened on that day. He backed up and stood by me, utter shock at our parents in his eyes. "You killed him..." he accused.
"Aren't you happy to see me, Father?" I repeated, reaching out to him.
He backed away.
I pretended to be hurt. "No, of course not. If you ever wanted to see me again, you wouldn't have treated me so. You wouldn't have favored Gabriel so much over me. You wouldn't have killed me." I turned away from them. "Then...Good-bye."
I started to walk away, then Gabriel gasped and yelled: "No, Psyren, don't go!!"
He tried to grab me, but his hand went through me. I slowly turned back to him.
He was crying again, miserably. "Don't go," he sobbed, sinking to his knees.
I didn't know what to say. I just stood in front of my family.
I thought of everything I had been through in the past 17 years of my life. The beatings, the negativity, the lonliness.
And then, through it all, that bright flame that carried me on. The thought, the being that helped me through every day and every night.
It was Gabriel. It was always Gabriel.
"Gabriel," I said. "Do you think we'll ever get to go there?"
"Go where?" he sniffled.
"To Earth, of course. Wouldn't that be the greatest?" I smiled.
"What's wrong with here?" he laughed a little.
"Nothing. But, Gabriel, I want to see the humans. I hear they don't have wings or anything," I grinned.
"Angels shouldn't be thinking about things like this, Psyren. It's not proper," he scolded me with a laugh.
I still smiled. "I know."
Then I was alone. The only person in a dead world. But that was okay. I'll wait for the day when this world isn't so empty and silent.
Link to Part 1: http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/book/yoshie_akira/psyren:-fallen-angel-part-1
Link to Part 2: http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/book/yoshie_akira/psyren:-fallen-angel-part-2